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Pale skies, last snow of spring John the butcher, picked poor Robin clean Black smoke, tied to nine knots The wheel of stars that won't ever stop Hole in heaven, rain on the stove The plough is crooked, the lead won't hold So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire Sing me the sorrows of a blue eyed liar Grey prayers, what never can be Solemn words repeated to me Thread bare, down to my soul And when it breaks, nobody will know Hole in heaven, rain on the stove Plough is crooked, lead won't hold So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar Rain on the old weather vein The field where the bay ponies play When "love" is just too hard to say Silence is pain A raven dies, all will then know SongtexteLone black feather, rests on white snow Hole in heaven, rain on the stove Plough is crooked, the lead won't hold So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar Aus Songtexte Mania